Terrific write

🙏

we own our choices good or bad. And for those we regret, we can ask forgiveness and do what we can of good deeds to even up the ledger. Similar to what the Chorus in Oedipus spoke of at his end.
Fate took him in one direction…he attempted to take himself as far as he could in the other before his death.
Really good piece.
j.

I really appreciate an honest piece like this. The inner monologue was captivating. Thanks for sharing it.

‘climbing the notes to where you are
so high in the atmosphere
and yes I know I’m sky scraping
but damn you are fine’

fine writing.. seems you’v found why, where and how: the person has added ‘special’ to everything

Next to last stanza is so-well worded. This quite sensual but not blatant, which makes it poetry that is a pleasure to read.
I also really like the stanza that emmagreen pointed out.
You have a nice variety to your writing.
I clicked that I was mature enough to read this poem. Even though I am 75, I probably scammed on being mature enough.

j.

Brenda, this is one of your best pieces… truly well spoken!

I found myself spinning with the joy of fulfillment to be. Thanks dear Crimsin. (It’s not a sin ;))

It’s almost 7PM here, but ty dear!
I’m in Rhode Island
are you in Nova Scotia?

Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This was a great piece. So passionate, so hot! I’m glad I found it.

There can be so many things that terrorize us. The worst is regrets of the past that stay with us. That haunt us in our sleep or just won’t let us sleep.
Getting rid of those demons can be a long, agonizing and scary process.
Really sharp personification here.
j.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brilliance Brenda. You’re a magnificent poet my friend. Spellbound!!! xoxo

Wistufl, whimsical and a conflict of emotions battling within this stunning piece. The imagery is on full throttle.
j.

Sort of like a dissention among the ranks vibe. This does have a witchy, almost horror scented feel to it. Nice!

Don’t know where my fingers went, Crimsin. I meant “wistful”—getting jumbled in my old age.
j.